Chapter 1:
Today I flew in from Phoenix, Arizona. My mom made me move because she didn't want me to live with her and thought my dad should have to share some of the responsibilities, of having a child at 18. I used to spend two weeks with my dad every summer, but when Charlie started abusing me, I convinced my mom that it was a bad idea to go to Forks, telling her that it would cost more money. She would never believe me if I told her that Charlie abuses me, nobody ever will since he is the chief of police. So now I am stuck with my dad until the end of high school, I am already a junior so it's only going to be two years, but two very painful ones. I am dreading it. They had me when they were fresh out of high school; they were 'in love' although they never did get married. They both blame everything on me; they claim I ruined their lives. My mother isn't as bad as Charlie, Renee just hates me and is incredible mean to me, but Charlie hits, kicks, punches, and slaps. The worst thing that happened to me from him was when he pushed me and I hit my head on the corner of a table and I had to get stitches. There is a scar from the back of my head to the back to my neck, that is the reason I never put my hair up. That was the one and only time he took me to the hospital, saying 'I fell back on to the table and cut my head'. I was out cold so I have no recollection of that.
I start school tomorrow, in the middle of the semester, at the one high school in Forks. So everyone in the entire town knows who I am even before I get here. Great.
Charlie is on patrol right now so I have some time to unpack before he gets home. But if I don't start dinner before he gets home it's going to be hell to pay. So I have a few hours, hopefully. And hopefully he won't come home drunk, but if he does I will get hurt, if I make dinner or not. So about an hour later, I went down stairs to make lasagna, Charlie's favorite. Luckily when he came home he was in a good mood, well until he walked into the house.
"Oh, you're here." Charlie complained,
I have learned my lesson about talking back to him. I have an aggressive part of me that can make things get ugly. So I just keep quiet.
"You better have started dinner." He said angrily,
"Uh, yeah, I made lasagna" I mumbled looking at the food,
"What did you say?" He yelled at me and grabbed my chin to force me to look at him.
"I made lasagna!" I yelled back. He tightened his grip on my chin, I flinched.
"Don't yell at me!" He yelled back at me and then slapped me without letting go of my chin, I whimpered. See told you about my other side.
"Please, let go of my chin, I have school tomorrow and I don't want people questioning why I have finger marks on my face." I said very quietly through my teeth.
"Don't talk back to me" He said as he let go of my chin and slapped me again, I whimpered again, "Don't be such a baby" He laughed.
He sat down watching me as I finished the lasagna, making sure I didn't mess up. When I was done I served it just for him and I went up to my room, he never wanted me to eat with him, let alone eat. So I went up to my room and cried, and wished for a better life. I did this a lot, hoped and dreamed that someday karma would pay. I usually got lost in my thoughts, thinking about what a normal family would be like. A nice caring father, who always looked out for his daughter's best interest, a mother who would be a daughter's best friend, always there for her. But that was nothing like my family, I had a cruel, abusive dad, and a mother that hated me, what a wonderful life. I got up to go brush my teeth since I wasn't in the mood for anything to eat.
This house had 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. I had the bedroom upstairs and Charlie had the one downstairs, so I wasn't bothering him. Apparently I bothered him by just existing; it was his fault I existed, not mine. Sometimes I even wish that I didn't exist, nobody likes me, I don't have a sister or brother to help me, both my parents hate me, so what is the point in living, I didn't even have friends. But I have never thought of suicide, I usually watch those 'It gets better videos' even they are about being gay or whatever, they still help. And that is what I am always hoping for.
"Shit" I said as I looked in the mirror, I had a finger shaped bruise from where Charlie grabbed my chin. "This is going to be hard to cover up tomorrow," At least I didn't have a bruise from where he slapped me, which I have gotten before. Nobody every wears make-up on their chin right? Arg. Well hopefully it will go away by tomorrow, if it doesn't I just might have to miss school, which I have done before, well not school, but summer camps when I was younger. But I really didn't want to miss the first day of school, well first day for me. I decided to take a shower to calm me down. It did help, but as soon as I stepped out of the shower I heard Charlie yelling at me and my good mood wore off.
"BELLA!" He yelled, "DON'T USE ALL MY HOT WATER! YOU KNOW I HAVE TO PAY FOR IT!" Wow he sounded angry.
I just didn't answer, fear of making the situation worse. As I got out of the shower I put some Arnica on my chin to make the bruise go away faster. I put on a loose t-shirt and some sweats, grabbed my iPod and got into bed. I turned on my iPod and cried myself to sleep. What a great way to start out my new life in Forks, hopefully tomorrow will be better.
The next morning I woke up at 6. I wake up at this time a lot, usually to my mom yelling at me, but today was a different story, everything was silent. I looked out the window to make sure Charlie had already gone to work, which he had, and went down stairs. I ate an apple because I wasn't very hungry. Although I never did eat very much when I was living with my mom, she doesn't like spending money on me, so I had to get a job, which I will probably have to do that here too. The jobs don't pay very well so I got pretty thin. Hopefully I can find a better job that pays better.
I went up to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and looked in the mirror, the bruise had faded to a pale-ish yellow, which was good because you could barely see it.
I went to my computer to look up job applications; I found a job at a dentist office for a receptionist, and an employee at a sports store. I decided to go with the receptionist job because,
1) I am incredibly uncoordinated, which would be bad for sports, and
2) I have experience with being a receptionist.
I took down the number, the website said that they opened to 7 so I decided to call after school because, school started at 8 and I had to drive there and I didn't want to be late for my first day. So I put on a cute outfit and got in my truck and drove to school.
Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. This is my first story and I am new to this, if you don't like it, please keep it to yourself, Thanks!
